[ visual ] [ taxon zoo ] you can see it too we're going down and you know that we're doomed

[thesecondslayer]

Two years. Two goddamn years. Maybe one of the geeks could tell you exactly how long that is, how many days or seconds. All Faith knows is that it's a hell of a long time to be stuck in one place, and that even if Taxon's a nicer prison than she's used to it's still a prison. The bars are wider, there's more room to run, but she's caged all the

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[tinynarcissist]

[Adrian normally wouldn't speak up, he's very good at keeping his head down and his mouth shut, but...the thing is, the idea of not just being here for a few days but for two years scares him a little.]

Two years?

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[thesecondslayer]

[ oh jesus, a kid. ]

Two years, shortstack.

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[tinynarcissist]

Why?

[It's a legitimate question, there has to be a reason behind all of this.]

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[thesecondslayer]

Because the hamsters suck, pretty much.

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[selfmadman]

"Tigers." Don sweeps his glass out of the way and, movements sloppy, eyes bright, leans in for a better look. He's sprawled on a low-slung couch and dressed for a day at the office (in truth, it's been a week).

He smirks, raises his eyebrows. Teeters on the edge of laughter but recovers at the last second. "That's the worst idea for a bar I've ever seen."

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[thesecondslayer]

Might be because it's not a bar, babe.

[ hold on, let faith squint at her tablet. ]

Didn't I save you from zombies or something?

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[selfmadman]

Don does laugh, then, a low, choked sound. Not bitter but verging on it-an overripe laugh. “No,” he says curtly. Nobody saved him from the zombies.

“Not a bar,” he repeats, all mock incredulity. He wipes the feigned surprise off his face-gets most of it, anyway-and raises his glass, takes a swallow. “So who let you out of your cage?”

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[deniedthesight]

Faith?

[ concerned ladycop is concerned. ]

Two years of what?

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[thesecondslayer]

Sup, Tex.

[ faith raises her bottle in a toast, drinking again. ]

Of being here. Straight through, too.

[ location ] raise hell in the streets, drink beer and get into trouble;

[whoneedsrules]

Katherine has never really believed that curiosity killed the cat. Perhaps that's the reason why she's making her way through the zoo, towards the tiger enclosure (oh, the memories!) not long after she'd caught the Slayer's no doubt accidental broadcast over the tablets. Or perhaps she's just bored, it's often a toss-up with Katherine.

A smirk spreads to her lips as she draws near, heels clicking against the paved path leading by the animal habitats. Something sure smells appetizing, and it certainly isn't the tigers.

"You know, I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to drink in here," she comments lightly, a touch of amusement in her tone. "But, rules. Who needs them."

raise hell in the streets, drink beer and get into trouble;

[thesecondslayer]

"Yeah, well." Faith shrugs, drinking deep and setting the bottle down after, wiping an absent hand over her mouth. "Hamster's got an issue with it, they can take it up with me in person. I could stand to kick their asses, anyway."

The problem with vampires like Katherine is their hearts beat, they breathe. They don't feel the way Angel does or Spike did, easy to pinpoint. So while Faith feels a little uneasy, it's nothing too much booze and a good dose of emotional drama can't write off.

raise hell in the streets, drink beer and get into trouble;

[whoneedsrules]

"I'm sure you're not the only one," Katherine drawls, sidling over to the railing meant to keep folk at arm's reach from the bars of the enclosure and resting her forearms on it. The tigers earn a vaguely disinterested look from the vampire. She didn't really have time to check the big cats out the last time she visited the zoo, as she had been far more pleasantly occupied by Stefan. Bored in three seconds flat, Katherine turns on her heel to face Faith, leaning her side against the railing and crossing her arms.

"Two years, huh?" She eyes the half-empty bottle on the ground. "Yeah, guess I'd try to decimate my liver in that case, too."

Lies. Katherine doesn't actually mind being in Taxon.

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[slaying]

[ guess who has know idea about who knows about her little fling? ahahaha. ]

...Two? Sounds like two too many, to me.